A Place on Solid Ground

Good morning, son, how are you? You're only seventeen. You say the world outside is watching you in your sleep. You've got the promise of forever, but your youth is wearing thin. And your best days are coming to an end. You're saying that "I, I won't

The water rushes against my front side. It's coming up towards high tide. I'll hold you steady while I can, while I still can. But you never know what will come tonight, And heaven knows I'm in it's lights. I'm the ticking clock, the set alarm That y

Opening night for the same old show. Well the lights go down and the curtains up. Tell me is the spotlight bright enough? Read the cards and recite those lines. You know they always seem so dry. And the words you say, they are getting old, But the ch